And dragging on the strings a voice that answers it – the poet Al-Buhtari

And dragging on the strings a sound that answers it
Mqrabh his temples and his melting
If he smells, he will see a show
It lights up when the night is gone
Turn it around, this kindergarten greets its breeze
And this is the trustworthy God who sings his talents
And the world became illuminated by a flower
It was clothed by the Commander of the Faithful and his scribe